Gone are the commercials enticing me to buy shiny, new and improved stuff.
Now I am treated to this:
Hooray! I wanted watch a funny cat video and now I have images of meth-addled youths in my brain. I can see it now, kids across Wyoming: "Mommy what's a hustler?" These disturbing videos were created by the director of Requiem for a Dream, Black Swan, etc. Like Requiem for a Dream wasn't the best advertising to never do drugs; I have to see some girl slit her wrists before I can enjoy the breathy falsetto of Kay Perry.
Population of Wyoming, get off the meth! I don't want to see these ads anymore!